Girl For A Spell
By Ellie Dauber

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Thursday

I was hoping that Jerry and Phil wouldn't be a problem at school. Wrong! They both blamed me for starting the fight. Jerry even blamed me for having a week's worth of detention, even though it was his fault for not showing up the day before. "Had more important things on my mind," he smirked.

They did both offer to forgive me if I'd fix them up with Alice, maybe give them some tips on how to seduce her. Now that they'd met her, they wanted to see more of her. Which meant, eventually, to see all of her -- naked in a bed. I was beginning to wonder what I'd ever seen in them to consider them my best friends. Was I like that? I didn't think so, but who could tell? I decided that if -- if? I meant when -- when I got back to being Alan full time, I'd look for a better class of friends.

"There's no way that I'll help you do anything to Alice," I said. "I mean come on, you guys, she is my cousin."

"So?" They both said.

"You guys are hopeless," I said and walked away shaking my head. I was half expecting them to start another fight. In fact, I was half hoping for a fight, a chance to get some of the "Guy" hormones into my system after the heavy doses of "Girl" hormones I was getting as Alice. Besides, I knew from past experience that I was a better fighter than either of them, and I figured that I had a fair chance of taking them both if I had to.

But nothing happened. At least not then.

Both guys showed up at my house about 10 minutes to 4. Jerry must have cut detention, which was going to make him real popular with Mr. Graydon; he'd probably get detention for a month. I guess that I should have been flattered that he thought Alice was worth it. I was going upstairs to get ready for the change, and I heard them at the back door. They claimed to be looking for me -- Alan, but I had a hunch that they wouldn't be too disappointed to find me -- Alice, instead. I ran the rest of the way upstairs and crouched at the top of the stairs to listen. If I needed to -- if the change started, I could get to my room and lock the door before they caught me. I heard them arguing with Aunt Therese. She repeated my story that I was grounded and told them to leave.

"Hey," I heard Phil say. "If we can't see Alan, we're willing to settle for that pretty cousin of his. Is she around?"

"I expect her here shortly," Aunt Therese said. She must have looked at the kitchen clock. I had checked my watch when I got home, and I figured that it was now almost 4 o'clock. "However, knowing the sort of hooligans and reprobates you two are, I have no intention of allowing you boys anywhere near my niece. Now get out before I get mad, and you get very sorry."

"Go, guys!" I thought. "If she gets mad, you'll be as able to get as near me as any other two girls would."

I heard Jerry say, something about "Later", but then the door slammed.

Aunt Therese yelled that they were gone, and I could relax. She'd known that I was listening! Thank heavens the guys weren't too stubborn. I got up and walked to my room, getting there just as the change began.

I found out at the Library what Jerry meant. We were leaving early like the night before, when there was an announcement that Rick was wanted at the Reference Desk. The Reference Desk was half way across the Library from the main doors. Rick told me to wait for him. It was a warm night, so I said that I'd wait just outside the building. That way, I could drink some of the soda we'd just bought. (You can carry food out of the vending area, but you have to go outside the building to eat or drink it.)

Phil was waiting for me. "Don't bother waiting for Medford, Babe. Jerry had him paged. There's a message at the Reference Desk about a book in the Stacks. By the time he figures it out, we'll be long gone. He grabbed my arm and began to pull me towards his car.

I froze. As Alan I could take him out easy. But I wasn't Alan. I was Alice. Weak, female Alice. I suddenly found that I remembered as much about Alan's fighting techniques as I did about his skill with cars. Nothing. Besides, Phil was several inches taller than me now and a lot heavier and stronger.

I looked around the lot. Our sneaking out of the Library early had helped him. Just about everybody was still inside. I tried to pull my arm free, but I couldn't. There was no point in yelling. Nobody would hear. I slapped Phil's face, but he just laughed. I began to hit him on the arm, but it didn't seem to do any good either. "That's it," he said as if to encourage me. "I like my girl to get feisty when I hold her hand."

"What do you mean, your girl?" It was Rick! He grabbed Phil by the wrist and squeezed till Phil let me loose. Phil turned and tried to throw a punch. Rick blocked it and threw one of his own. Then a couple more. Phil caved like a ton of bricks and fell to the pavement unconscious.

"Are you all right," He asked. I saw that idiot Jerry trying to hide near the Reference Desk. When the librarian said that he'd been the one to have me paged, I got worried and headed out here."

"And just in time," I said. "Would it be corny to reward my gallant rescuer with a kiss?"

"Not when it's this gallant rescuer, fair damsel."

I threw my arms around Rick and pulled him close to me. Who cared if anybody saw. He'd saved me, and he deserved a kiss.

As we kissed, I realized that my nipples felt like two steel points poking through my bra. My crotch felt warm and moist. And empty. I wanted Rick, wanted him in me. I moaned and rubbed myself against him. I felt him get hard, and I was very happy knowing that I was doing that to him. I opened my mouth and met his tongue with my own. My knees began to feel weak and my entire body was tingling from 1,000 watts of sexual electricity.

He was the one to break the kiss. "That's a wonderful reward. Let's go someplace very private and do something more about it."

I smiled, and we both half ran to his car. It was a good thing everybody was still inside, because Rick didn't take a lot of time to watch for pedestrians when we drove out of the lot.

We got as far as the hill on Pine Street. Rick pulled over and parked under a big maple tree. Its leaves would give us extra shade. He turned off the engine and leaned over to kiss me. I hesitated for a second, then kissed him back. My mouth opened, inviting in his tongue. He put one arm behind my back, pulling me closer. I felt his other hand on my left breast, gently massaging it through my blouse and bra. My nipples were still hard from those kisses in the parking lot. He began to play with my left one with his thumb. The sensations were incredible!

He broke the kiss and pulled his arm back from behind me. He was unbuttoning my blouse. I could have stopped him, but I didn't want to. I found myself lowering my head and smiling shyly. My blouse was wide open now, my nipples poking out, clearly visible beneath my bra. I felt them rubbing against the silky lacework of the bra. It was wonderful, and I wanted more. I reached down and began to pull at his t-shirt.

Suddenly, I heard the bank clock. Nine. No! Nine fifteen by now! I felt as if a bucket of ice cold water had been thrown on me. What was I doing, letting Rick kiss me, touch me like this? What was I doing trying to get his shirt off? I pulled my hands back in horror. Wasn't there any of Alan left? Then I remembered what Aunt Therese said about needing my sleep, if I was going to be able to change back into Alan for school. That made me stop. I had really wanted Rick and had been ready to do whatever he wanted, but, now that I'd had time to think of what I was doing, I was suddenly very afraid of going too far with Rick.

I sat up and pushed Rick away. "Please, Rick. My Aunt's expecting me home right after the Library closes." To emphasize my point, I readjusted my bra and began to button my blouse.

Rick started to protest. "Besides," I said, smiling coyly, "if I'm late, she may not let us go out Saturday night. We'll have a lot more time then." I realized what I was saying, what I seemed to be promising him. Alan might not like it. But right then, I was Alice. I wanted Rick, and I didn't want Rick. My feelings, my body, were scaring me because of how strongly I wanted him. I kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Please take me home before we get into trouble."

Rick started the car and drove the rest of the way in silence. I used the time to finish buttoning my blouse and pulled down my skirt from where it had ridden up as we squirmed on the seats. Once, when we stopped for a red light, I saw him reach down and adjust something, too. I pretended that I hadn't noticed, but I felt pleased to have had that effect on him.

I know the effect that he had had on me. My nipples were still erect, rubbing against my bra as if begging to be touched. It felt like my panties were damp from the moisture I had leaked, and my female parts down there were definitely sending me messages. It was all I could do to keep from asking Rick to stop the car, but I was afraid. Whether it was of going all the way or of not getting home early enough to be able to change, I couldn't tell. We did kiss again when he helped me out of the car at the house. A short kiss, but -- oh, boy! He hopped back into the car and drove off waving. I stood at the curb until he turned the corner then went inside. My body was still tingling, and I tried very hard not to smile too much at Aunt Therese when she asked how my studying had gone. "Dreamy," I said. "That is, it's like a dream the way the information just comes together. I think this will be a really good paper."

"I'm glad the work is going so well." Aunt Therese knew exactly what I'd really meant. And she was enjoying it. "But now, you'd best get to bed, Alice dear. We do want _Alan_ to be rested for school tomorrow." I nodded in agreement and headed upstairs.

I took off my blouse and skirt and hung them back up in the closet. My nipples were still poking against the material of my bra. Any movement on my part and the lace rubbed against them, making me tingle. My panties were actually a little damp. I took them off and put on a short nightie and matching panty. Then I washed up and got into bed.

I was hoping to doze right off, but I kept thinking of Rick. At first, I just pictured his face and that cute little smile that he had. Then I remembered the feel of his lips on my lips and his hand on my breast. I closed my eyes and laid there in the dark thinking about them. Suddenly I felt his hands on my breasts. No! They were my hands, moving -- rubbing -- my extended nipples. It felt so very good! I felt my groin get moist again.

Without thinking, my hand reached down to touch my groin, to feel the moisture. I only meant to touch for an instant, but my hand stayed there! I reached up under my panties. My fingers moved across my patch of hair, moving it and tickling my pussy. One finger reached inside and found my clit. I began to rub it in time with the motion of my other hand rubbing my nipple.

Fireworks were going off inside me. I rocked back and forth on the bed. My legs were thrown wide apart, and my hips bucked like a wild horse. I moaned! I knew that I didn't want Aunt Therese to hear me, to have her come in and discover me like this. But I knew even more certainly that I didn't want to stop. Not ever. I took my hand off my nipple just long enough to grab a pillow and throw it over my face.

My hand went back to my breast, now rubbing the other nipple in time with the hand in my pussy. I arched my back and screamed into the pillow as jolt after jolt of pleasure shot through me. This wasn't like jacking off as Alan, one quick spurt and it was over. The sensations went on and on and on. If this was what a girl's multiple orgasm was, I didn't want it to stop until I was a dry husk lying dead in my bedroom. One last, incredible explosion, like being inside - no, like _being_ that last big blast in a fireworks display, and it was all over. I lay there panting on my bed drenched in sweat and too weak to continue.

I was probably still smiling when I fell asleep.

...continued on Friday